Tag: MACS

[Intro]
Fuck her in my Rollie
Fuck her in my Rollie
I’ma fuck her in my Rollie, 21
Fuck her in a Rover
Fuck her in a Rover
I’ma fuck her in a Rover, 21
Bend the bitch over, Bend the bitch over
I’ma bend the bitch over
Fuck her on a sofa, fuck her on a sofa
I’ma fuck her on the sofa

[Hook]
I smashed the stripper in the hotel with my chains on
I’m playin’ with her kitty with my VVS rings on
Shawty savin’ hoes, told that boy put his cape on
My partna down the road, I’m talkin’ to him on Tango
I put that bitch in a Porsche
I bought that bitch a new Yorkie
I scrapin’ the bowl with the fork
Scrapin’ the bowl with the fork
I’m fuckin’ that bitch in my Vans
I pull up and shoot at your mans
You steal, I’ma cut off your hands
Independent, I don’t need no advance

[Verse 1]
I’m in diamond district ’bout to buy a new watch
I’m fuckin’ on a model and we ridin’ a yacht
They like “Savage, boy you came a long way from that pot”
I’m still a street nigga so I keep me a Glock
I made it off the block, bitch I beat the statistics
I told that bitch I got a bitch so don’t you leave me with hickeys
Bitch I’m on them Percs, got me twitchin’ and itchin’
Drinkin’ all this syrup, I’m bout to fuck up my kidneys
Young Savage, I get high just like Bobby and Whitney
And plus I’m rich bitch, I ain’t gon’ need me no pension
I walk off in a room, I be feelin’ the tension
I swear these niggas like hoes, all that whinin’ and bitchin’

[Hook]
I smashed the stripper in the hotel with my chains on
I’m playin’ with her kitty with my VVS rings on
Shawty savin’ hoes, told that boy put his cape on
My partna down the road, I’m talkin’ to him on Tango
I put that bitch in a Porsche
I bought that bitch a new Yorkie
I scrapin’ the bowl with the fork
Scrapin’ the bowl with the fork
I’m fuckin’ that bitch in my Vans
I pull up and shoot at your mans
You steal, I’ma cut off your hands
Independent, I don’t need no advance

[Verse 2]
I’ma count a lot of cash
Smoke a lot of gas
I’ma count a lot of racks
Walk around with straps
Walk around with MACS
I’ma walk around with MACS
All my niggas blood
All my niggas blat
All my niggas blat
All my niggas pull up on the scene in that motherfucker bloody, leave a pussy nigga whacked
21 Gang, Slaughter Gang, Murder Gang
PDE Magnolia thing, niggas can’t hang with the gang
You niggas can’t walk round with chains
We snatchin’ your chains
Snatchin’ your stain
We snatchin’ your main
Fuck on your main
She gon’ fuck on the gang
And kickin’ her out
Put that dick all in her mouth
I just might fuck on your spouse
I just might nut on her blouse
Diamonds on me water, whew
I’m a dog, bitch woof
I got golds on my tooth
24 on my tooth
Fuck her till that pussy loose
Bout my check nigga, swoosh
Scrapped up in the booth
Scrapped in the coupe
I’m scrapped up in the club
I can’t show these niggas love
You a bum, you, you wearin’ Lugs
All my crips screamin’ cuz

[Hook]
I smashed the stripper in the hotel with my chains on
I’m playin’ with her kitty with my VVS rings on
Shawty savin’ hoes, told that boy put his cape on
My partna down the road, I’m talkin’ to him on Tango
I put that bitch in a Porsche
I bought that bitch a new Yorkie
I scrapin’ the bowl with the fork
Scrapin’ the bowl with the fork
I’m fuckin’ that bitch in my Vans
I pull up and shoot at your mans
You steal, I’ma cut off your hands
Independent, I don’t need no advance

Ok you know I’m with it
On every mission you know we ain’t missing, yeah
And you know we having ammunition
Know my finger itching
Know I keep that pistol on me like it’s a tradition
I swear we barely had a pot to piss in
We were barely living
We were tryna get it
Anybody get it
Yeah, now we havin’ a whole lot of ammunition, yeah
Now we having a whole lot of hammers with me, yeahhh.

Ok that draco with that drum will leave a nigga numb, huh
Hundred rounds get it done, all kinds of guns, huh
Like a pawn shop, thought I was with Jada way my trunk rocked up
Big called, cook it up, he say it’s all locked up
All heavy artillery, very high up at the embassy
The paralyzed feeling me versuri-lyrics.info
Who is he? Pound a fly nigga in town
Play ‘round with me at 12, by 3 he was found
Two two three take a tree down, we smoke a tree down
Let your b*tch catch my kids, yeah that’s a rebound
Caught her on the rebound.

Might smoke a pound with Pound
A hundred rounds out of town
Like fifty thou for my crown
I told him boy better not play some’
Get your face done
All black, looking like Akon
With more than eight guns
Said these bullets bigger than …
Living wet as a pond
Pull out that problem, give ‘em something to hate on
My nigga better to beat the trial yeah, they gon’ hate on ‘em
And if I want you dead I get my boys to lay on ‘em
Where I come from niggas got a lot of hunger
If you got it they gon’ want you
So you gotta keep it on you.

Ok you know I’m with it
On every mission you know we ain’t missing, yeah
And you know we having ammunition
Know my finger itching
Know I keep that pistol on me like it’s a tradition
I swear we barely had a pot to piss in
We were barely living
We were tryna get it
Anybody get it
Yeah, now we havin’ a whole lot of ammunition, yeah
Now we having a whole lot of hammers with me, yeahhh.

Drum, draco holding a drum
Nigga we got plenty drums
Two two three got drums nigga
We pull up with drums, where you from nigga?
Yeah if you ain’t from ‘round here you better not come nigga, yeah
Balmain with them shines in ‘em
Know we riding with ‘em
Probably never ride rental, only if we slidin’ in ‘em, yeah
We got so many Glocks, three fifty-seven blocks
Three fifty-seven pops, and everybody drops
You already know what’s happening ho
Pull up with like twenty MACS like we robbed the Apple Store
Fill a nigga up with the pump like we in Amoco
Rapper of the year, slayin’ trapper of the year
I get that pack, it disappear
See this the fastest one right here
And I don’t like to front, but yeah my engine in the rear
If I get mentioned in you killed
Big fence around the crib, I got your pension in my ear
Keep your distance, I don’t feel ya
Aye Pound got that AR, and that R8
Know I’m in that I8 with that 308, don’t violate
Broad day, shootout broad day
We can go all day
I go to sleep, wake up the same way.

Ok you know I’m with it
On every mission you know we ain’t missing, yeah
And you know we having ammunition
Know my finger itching
Know I keep that pistol on me like it’s a tradition
I swear we barely had a pot to piss in
We were barely living
We were tryna get it
Anybody get it
Yeah, now we havin’ a whole lot of ammunition, yeah
Now we having a whole lot of hammers with me, yeah..

Drum, draco holding a drum
Nigga we got plenty drums
Two two three got drums nigga
We pull up with drums, where you from nigga?
We pull up with drums, where you from niggaaa?Yfn Lucci lyricsVideo Yfn

[Hook: YFN Trae Pound & YFN Lucci]
Ok you know I’m with it
On every mission you know we ain’t missing, yeah
And you know we having ammunition
Know my finger itching
Know I keep that pistol on me like it’s a tradition
I swear we barely had a pot to piss in
We were barely living
We were tryna get it
Anybody get it
Yeah, now we havin’ a whole lot of ammunition, yeah
Now we having a whole lot of hammers with me, yeah

[Verse 1: YFN Trae Pound]
Ok that draco with that drum will leave a nigga numb, huh
Hundred rounds get it done, all kinds of guns, huh
Like a pawn shop, thought I was with Jada way my trunk rocked up
Big called, cook it up, he say it’s all locked up
All heavy artillery, very high up at the embassy
The paralyzed feeling me
Who is he? Pound a fly nigga in town
Play ‘round with me at 12, by 3 he was found
Two two three take a tree down, we smoke a tree down
Let your bitch catch my kids, yeah that’s a rebound
Caught her on the rebound

[Verse 2: YFN Lucci]
Might smoke a pound with Pound
A hundred rounds out of town
Like fifty thou for my crown
I told him boy better not play some’
Get your face done
All black, looking like Akon
With more than eight guns
Said these bullets bigger than [?]
Living wet as a pond
Pull out that problem, give ‘em something to hate on
My nigga better to beat the trial yeah, they gon’ hate on ‘em
And if I want you dead I get my boys to lay on ‘em
Where I come from niggas got a lot of hunger
If you got it they gon’ want you
So you gotta keep it on you

[Hook: YFN Trae Pound & YFN Lucci]
Ok you know I’m with it
On every mission you know we ain’t missing, yeah
And you know we having ammunition
Know my finger itching
Know I keep that pistol on me like it’s a tradition
I swear we barely had a pot to piss in
We were barely living
We were tryna get it
Anybody get it
Yeah, now we havin’ a whole lot of ammunition, yeah
Now we having a whole lot of hammers with me, yeah

[Verse 3: YFN Lucci & YFN Trae Pound]
Drum, draco holding a drum
Nigga we got plenty drums
Two two three got drums nigga
We pull up with drums, where you from nigga?
Yeah if you ain’t from ‘round here you better not come nigga, yeah
Balmain with them shines in ‘em
Know we riding with ‘em
Probably never ride rental, only if we slidin’ in ‘em, yeah
We got so many Glocks, three fifty-seven blocks
Three fifty-seven pops, and everybody drops
You already know what’s happening ho
Pull up with like twenty MACS like we robbed the Apple Store
Fill a nigga up with the pump like we in Amoco
Rapper of the year, slayin’ trapper of the year
I get that pack, it disappear
See this the fastest one right here
And I don’t like to front, but yeah my engine in the rear
If I get mentioned in you killed
Big fence around the crib, I got your pension in my ear
Keep your distance, I don’t feel ya
Aye Pound got that AR, and that R8
Know I’m in that I8 with that 308, don’t violate
Broad day, shootout broad day
We can go all day
I go to sleep, wake up the same way

[Hook: YFN Trae Pound & YFN Lucci]
Ok you know I’m with it
On every mission you know we ain’t missing, yeah
And you know we having ammunition
Know my finger itching
Know I keep that pistol on me like it’s a tradition
I swear we barely had a pot to piss in
We were barely living
We were tryna get it
Anybody get it
Yeah, now we havin’ a whole lot of ammunition, yeah
Now we having a whole lot of hammers with me, yeah

[Outro: YFN Lucci]
Drum, draco holding a drum
Nigga we got plenty drums
Two two three got drums nigga
We pull up with drums, where you from nigga?
We pull up with drums, where you from nigga?